Drop on the desk

Dropping the bust on the desk, Ethan lets out a deep sigh. It takes him a moment to notice the receptionist is giving him an unimpressed frown.

"Sorry..." Ethan shrugs meekly, "I just really needed to set it down."

"Hm," she eyes the bust for a moment, her gaze lingering on its massive tits. "Looks heavy."

Ethan nods, taking another breath. "It is."

The receptionist turns away, looking back at her screen. "Miss Cole's office is open, she wants it on her desk."

"Ah," Ethan goes to lift the statue, but pauses, "Is she not in there?"

"She's offsite today," the receptionist glances over, "I will be issuing payment. Once the job is complete."

Nodding, Ethan takes up the bust again, this time making for Sam's office.

This leg of the trip is tough, but the rest he took at the desk makes it possible. Sam's office door is, thankfully, open, so Ethan doesn't have to fiddle with that. Thumping it down on the desk, Ethan lets out a deep sigh of relief, happy the job is over. His arms and back and sore, and he decides to take a moment to collect himself before heading back down to the receptionist.

Glancing around, Ethan notes he's all alone.